Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 147 The Final Prologue Before the Final Battle
The conversation that followed was a long and uninteresting exchange of clichés.

After attending a lavish feast aboard the Vengeful Spirit, Petronilla was brought before Horus.

Of course, there are also members of the Council of Four Kings and several other narrators.

Ignaz Calcas and Eufrady Keeler are among them.

And except the Sons of Horus and the Writer.

Commander of the Fleet and the Mortal Auxiliaries, Lord Commander Varvarus;
Regulus, chief representative of the Mechanicus;
And the most crucial figure - the chief priest of the Word Bearers, Erebus, gathered together.

As early as on Devon, Erebus had informed Horus of the "rebellion" on the Devon satellite.

And today, it is here that all those invited by Horus gather.

Even Tamba's betrayal will become a stain that the Sons of Horus will never be able to erase.

But after an in-depth discussion with Marlogest, Horus decided to face up to the rebellion.

Although he would lose some honor in this way, he was already the Warmaster.

The title of Warmaster is both an honor and a responsibility.

Now is not the time to get angry and fight for the title of Warmaster. At this moment, Horus just wants to end this great crusade early, and then return to the emperor for a conversation.

It was a conversation about the future of the Astartes.

This is the best advice given by Marlogest.

As a brother who can be called an "old friend" of Horus, Marlogest's advice carries considerable weight.

Horus will use Tamba's blood to tell all traitors in the galaxy who are ready to move, what is the end of betrayal.

The assault plan has been set, and the entire Devon satellite will become a place of punishment in two days.

This time, the Sons of Horus will not resort to orbital bombardment.

It is necessary to use a sharp and sharp chainsaw to completely kill these signs of corruption in the most cruel way.

After announcing the battle plan, everyone dispersed.

Two days, not a very long time.

They all have their own tasks to complete.

Meanwhile, Petronilla was invited to the chamber of Horus.

It was an unremarkable, unassuming room, and even when she arrived, Horus was repainting every piece of his armor.

Of course, Horus could have his servants take care of the armor for him.

However, he still insisted on handling the equipment by himself, which was directly linked to his life.

That is a set of majestic armor between MK2 and MK3.

According to Horus, this color was to coincide with an official renaming of the Legion carried out by Standard Terra years ago.

In that name change, the original Shadow Moon Wolf was changed to Son of Horus.

In this regard, he himself said that this is the strong voice of most brothers in the Legion.

And after being forced to destroy Intrex, a regime known to all and fighting against the corruption of Chaos, Horus desperately needed a little cheering news.

Therefore, the renaming of the Legion proceeded logically.

After that, there were some courteous greetings. After all, Petronilla had long memorized the achievements of Horus.

Besides, if she simply listed these achievements one by one, then there would be no need for her to come to the No. 63 Expeditionary Fleet.

What the empire needs is not a mediocre, lackluster account.

It is an epic masterpiece that can really use the achievements of these great men to inspire future generations to move forward.

Knowing this well, Petronilla has been thinking about how to connect this epic period reasonably after resigning.

It's been two days since I thought about it.

From the pile of waste manuscripts in the memory pen, Carl saw her exhaustion during that time.

This seemed to be beyond her capabilities.

At this moment, even the video of the mysterious man could no longer encourage her to move forward.

Fortunately, new material will arrive soon.

Compared with the previous battle of Murder Star that she had accidentally missed, this battle of the Warmaster to wash away the shame seemed to bring her a little more novelty.

After taking her bodyguard, Magad, she boarded a Stormbird belonging to the Picanus family.

This Stormbird is equipped with almost the most advanced small-scale observation equipment in the entire empire.

And it is also equipped with an extremely powerful one-time overload double void shield.

Due to the small size of this void shield device, it cannot dissipate sufficient heat, so the overload mode is turned on by default.

This thing can even be connected to a heavy macro cannon, but it can only be connected to one shot.

But that's enough.

At least for everyone present, no one felt that they would be defeated by the traitors on the ground.

Are you kidding me, there are so many Thunderhawks and Stormbirds full of weapons below.

Even if those traitors still have anti-aircraft firepower, they can't afford to fight this "harmless" Stormbird, right?

Of course, the actual situation is indeed similar to what they thought.

But the yellow fog below is really too thick.

It's so thick that even special observation equipment can't see what's going on below.

Only the wounded Thunderhawks and Stormbirds in the sky reminded everyone that the battle situation below was definitely not as optimistic as planned.

"Descent, we must record this!"

That was Petronilla's unquestionable order.

Because the members of the entire Stormbird are servants of the Picanus family.

Here, no one can question her decisions.

And, documenting all this is their responsibility.

As the altitude dropped, the yellow mist that was so thick that it couldn't be melted finally gradually revealed some gaps.

That precious observation device finally started working.

But the moment the picture came back, Petronilla was stunned.

It seemed to be a "mountain of corpses" that was moving.

(By the Emperor, what the hell is that!)
The mountain of corpses that was moving seemed to be a monster made up of hundreds of corpses spliced ​​in disorder.

But if that was the case, she wouldn't be too shocked.

After all, the empire has fought all the way, and no alien has ever fought.

This thing is nothing more than a bunch of strange creatures that look very creepy.

But what happened next completely shattered her cognition.

That is a mortal.

A mortal who dared to single out this strange creature.

He cut the "mountain of corpses" into pieces all by himself.

(By the Emperor, isn't that really an Astartes?)
If the object just now was replaced by Horus, or other Astartes of the company commander level.

It is estimated that Petronilla has already begun to write a pen to praise their unparalleled bravery.

But, that is a mortal.

He didn't even wear armor.

That's impossible……

Doubt, puzzlement, and shock filled her mind.

She wanted very much to deny what she saw, and suspected that what she saw was a "wizard".

But the more she observed carefully, the more she sensed a sense of familiarity from the figure's movements.

And at this moment, it seemed that he accidentally touched the play button on the side.

The lines that she knew so well that she could recite them backwards echoed on her workbench again.

That familiar picture reappeared in her mind.

= A sword fell, and the head of the false emperor shot up into the sky. =
That's the same person!

Can't go wrong!

That was her intuition as a narrator.

Ordinary people, don't they really deserve to be the protagonist of an epic?
In an instant, her thoughts suddenly became clear.

But just when she was about to write, a violent vibration suddenly came from the Stormbird where she was.

==Read error, data lost==
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(Note: Erebus, in the process of negotiating with Interex, stole the cursed blade and blamed it on Horus who was negotiating, which led to a war that could have been avoided.)
(Note: The "poet" of Ignace Calcas and the "photographer" of Eufrady Keeler are two famous narrators in the novel. The interpersonal relationship here is too chaotic for the time being.)
(End of this chapter)